The ones that love us never really leave us.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

I don't believe in magic.

There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years.

Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?" "Only once" said Hermione stung. "I got you loads more then you got me—" "I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—" "Well if you're counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.